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SHANGHAIED 



INTO THE 



European War. 




By 
DANIEL H. WALLACE. 

Copyright, 1916, by Daniel H. Wallace. 



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INTRODUCTION. 



I am telling the following story of my experiences in the service of the British 
Army in the hope that it may be the means of preventing other Americans from 
being misled by the same representations and roped in by the same devices to 
which! fell an easy victim. 

I was born and reared on a ranch some eighteen miles out of Tuscon, Arizona — 
about as far away from any denaturalizing European influence and prejudice as one 
can get in the United States of America. 

That I should primarily become a cow puncher and horse breaker was a foregone 
conclusion. After I was twentyone, however, I enlisted in the Army and served in 
the 7th U. S. Cavalry at Ft. Riley, Kansas, for three years, officiating as riding 
instructor during a part of the time. 

At the end of my enlistment I attached myself to the Texas Rangers, remaining 
in this service four years. During the third year I was elected lieutenant and was 
in line for a captaincy when the decree came from Washington that thereafter the 
Rangers would be officered by West Point cadets, appointed by Washington. 

The experiment eventually proved a failure, but in the meantime the first of 
these West Point military children had proved such a joke to the service hardened 
Rangers that about ninetyfive of our men resigned in disgust. I was among these 

I next took a position as traveling salesman with the Buckeye-McCormick 
Harvest Machine Company of Kansas City. After two years, during which I 
travelled throughout Europe for this company, I returned to the ranch. Here a 
director of the Essanay Company discovered me and I spent some time riding and 
doing other cowboy stunts for the movies, finally going to New York City with a 
Vitagraph Outfit which I had joined in Wyoming. And at this point the present 
narrative begins. 



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SHANGHAIED INTO THE EUROPEAN WAR. 

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rn . On January 26th, 1915, I was standing in front of the Bulletin Board of the 
rimes Building in New York City. Discussing the war, as thousands of others were 
doing, I made a remark about one of the fresh "atrocities" announced on the Board 
It was a "German Atrocity" of course, for, as you know, only Germans— and 
occasionally the Austrians and Turks— commit atrocities, according to our American 
press. Sharing the opinion of many an other misinformed American I was outspoken 
in my condemnation of the Germans. 

A tap on the shoulder turned me around to face a man who greeted me with 
Oh, I say, old chap! That's the way I like to hear a man talk. Won't you come 
and have a drink?" 

I agreed; we went to a saloon and had the drink. My new acquaintance asked 
me my vocation and I told him something of my past activities, dwelling particularly 
upon my prowess with horses. We had more drinks; more than good for me. Finally 
my companion asked, how I would like a job breaking horses for his Majesty's 
government. He offered a salary of 15 Pounds ($75.00) per week plus a bonus of 
20% and my passage over and back if I stayed on the job six months. 

I was only getting about three or four days work per week at the Studios at 
that time and had been thinking seriously of going back west to the ranch. The 
salary offered by this Englishman was about five times the amount I could hope to 
get as a cow puncher and I naturally jumped at the chance. Besides there was a 
girl. Here, I thought, was a chance to make a little stake for us to start on. 

I was told that in order to secure the appointment, I would have to pass as a 
British subject and was advised to say I was a Canadian. My friend now gave me 
a letter addressed to Patrick H. O'Conner, Calgary, Canada, and said that he person- 
ally would vouch for me. I was also given a slip with my assumed name, the 
position I was to fill and the amount of salary I was to receive filled in on the 
blank lines beneath the number. 

Next I was taken to the British Consular Office, 17 State Street, where I ap- 
peared before Captain Roach, a small, dissipated looking remnant of humanity. He 
asked me a number of questions in the answers to which I had already been 
coached by the English Agent — the man who had approached me in Times Square. 
Also, I here exchanged the already mentioned numbered slip for one containing 
merely my name and number, the slip given me by the Agent remaining in posses- 
sion of Captain Roach. 

I was now passed on for medical examination. Wondering at the necessity of 
this, I was informed that all employees of the British Government had to be physic- 
ally in good condition. 

Captain Roach now read our "contracts" to us — there were chauffeurs, machinists 
etc. among those whom the British representatives had coralled — and we were given 
some papers to sign which the Consul told us were our Chance Papers. Overcome 
with our good fortune in securing such lucrative positions we unhesitatingly signed 
the papers which we did not hesitate to believe were duplicates of those just read 
aloud to us by the Consul. 

I was now sent to Mr. Langley of the St. Georges Society in Broad street, who 
gave me $10 in cash and an order on the White Star Line Offices. Here I received 
a ticket for passage on the Baltic. 



There were twenty-five of us on the Baltic who had signed contracts to per- 
form various kinds of work for the British company under whose auspices we were 
to serve. Among the first cabin passengers was an English gentleman who took 
such kindly interest in our crowd that we were scarcely ever free from his society. 
He kept us well supplied with liquor and in such a continuously convivial mood 
that the information, imparted to us by a sailor, that he was a Sergeant-Major of 
the British Army, returning to England after a recruiting trip through the U. S., 
aroused only faint misgivings in us. Another passenger was Mr. Cars W. Anderson 
Neary, Organizing Officer, whom I met later in Alexandria. Neary was killed at the 
Dardanelles. 

The trip-across was uneventfull except that several times false alarms of sub- 
marines sighted at night sent everybody below deck and, when nearing England, our 




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side lights, masthead and stern lights were extinguished for fear of attracting/" - ^ 
attention of submarines. While lying in the Mersey River at Liverpool a coupll jf 
recruiting officers came aboard and we began to realize that our prospects might 
prove less rosy than anticipated. 

We were made fast alongside the Princess Landing Stage. A military escort 
met and escorted us to St. Georges Hall, Line Street. Here we were asked in what 
Regiment we desired to enlist. 

I informed them that T did not wish to enlist in any regiment; that I had comr"~ 
over to break horses. At this the officers laughed as though it were a huge joke. 
I was told that unless I enlisted I would have to stand the consequences of ob- 
taining money (the $10 advanced me in New York) and my passage to England 
under false pretenses; i. e. two years in prison. I denied any false pretense and 
was then shown the papers I had signed in Captain Roach's office and which I now- 
read for tbe first time,— my ''Chance Papers". Chance papers indeed! An agree- 
ment to enlist in H. M. B. Army! A chance to get off the earth' Too late I 
realized that I had been bamboozled. To apply to the American Consul would have 
been useless; I had declared myself to be a British subject. I might as well make 
the best of a bad job and take my medicine. 

The same fate overhauled all the rest of our crowd of twentyfive who came over 
on the Baltic. Some of them got into the same regiment with me and I saw three 
of them fall at Neuve Chapelle, and two others at La Bassee, while one Pete J. 
Swinbank, with whom I had struck up a particular friendship, met death in the 
Dardanelles. 

I was turned over to Major McLean, an officer in the Legion of Frontiersmen, 
who took me to Leeds, Yorkshire, to Boar Lane, where I was sworn in the Cold 
Stream Guards and sent to Caterham, near London, for seven weeks training. 



Palling perforce into the spirit of my unexpected adventure, I was already 
beginning to regard myself as something of a hero and was preparing to receive 
the grateful homilies of my newly acquired fighting brothers. I was soon to be 
disillusioned. "Hullo Yank, you bleeding cold footed bastard! You came over here 
to fight for a Bob a day, eh? - ' This and similar sneers and insults greeted me at the 
Guards Depot and were my daily portion at Caterham. The fact that I was an 
American seemed to make them hate me just as sincerely as though I had been one 
of the enemy, and in spite of the fact that I was now bound to them and would 
shortly be fighting their battles, side by side with them. At the expiration of the 
seven weeks I was sent to join the Brigade of Guards at White City Shepards Bush, 
London, and received my final equipment, preliminary to being drafted for the front. 

On' the second day of my stay in London, I had occasion to go to Woolwich, a 
short distance out of the City. Here, in front of a small shop, I beheld a mob of 
soldiers and sailors and civilians — men and women. Some of them of the lower 
types and some appearing to belong to the prosperous business class. This rabble 
was stoning the windows of a little shop and despoiling it of its wares; all the while, 
shouting and swearing, using every vile and filthy epithet against and spitting at and 
maltreating an old woman of about eightyfive. The helpless victim of their rage, 
I learned, had committed the heinous crime of having been born a German barbarian. 
Since childhood she had lived in England, in the house whence now she wa? 
ignominiously haled forth by her lifelong neighbors. At the death of her first hus- 
band, an Englishman, she married another of the same nationality. After bearing 
him three children — a daughter and two sons — she divorced him on account of 
cruelty and resumed her maiden name, Schultz. Her two sons had enlisted in the 
British Army. One was dead on the field at Mons. The other was at Sunderland, 
awaiting his turn to give his life for his country — the while his countrymen were 
pelting his mother's gray head with filth! 

These were the people whose cause, I, an American, had espoused! whose 
battles I was to fight! 

Another exhibition of the incensate hatred of these people was that given by 
the spectacle of a man with a sandwich-board over his shoulders. The board was 
decorated with a picture of the Kaiser on whose hat was printed the invitation, 
"A Penny a Shot". And men and women of England stopped to vent their puny 
rage against all Germans by spitting upon the face and recklessly spending one 
penny each for the privilege. To the petty English mind this, no doubt, represented 
a display of loyalty and patriotism. But to one fresh from the land of big things it 
was a most disgusting spectacle, — the futile raving of a senile race. 

Of the almost unbelievable conditions as regards the relations between the 
soldiers at the English barracks and camps and the women and young girls who, 



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a. .-acted by the glamour of the kahki, swarm around the soldiers' headquarters in 
the evenings like so many moths, books could be written. Cases there are of 
girls, some of them only ten or twelve years old, seduced by men old enough to be 
their fathers and grandfathers; and other crimes, each one of which in other times 
would be declared as monstrous throughout the length and breadth of the land. 
But about these known evils among the British soldiery, the English press is 
strangely silent. 



After three more days at Shepards Bush I was drafted out to France. 

The first thing I noticed after landing in Havre was the very cold attitude of 
the people toward the British soldiery. On inquiry I found that the French resented 
the domineering manner of the English who seemed to think that because they 
were on foreign shores and were wearing the uniform of the British Army, they 
could command service and supplies without remuneration and that every Frenchman 
should supply them with all the beer, wine and whiskey they ask for without 
expecting to be paid for it. I have seen droves of the British soldiers walk into 
cafes or restaurants, eat and drink all they wanted and then walk out saying they 
had no money or placing the liability for the debt upon some soldier who had pre- 
viously left. 1 have also seen these soldiers sell their shirts and shoes for the 
price of a drink, when they could no longer get it any other way, and have seen 
them begging in the streets for money. If refused they became abusive and 
demanded support from the French civilians on the ground that they, the British, 
had come to fight for them! 



I was now with the Second Battalion, Second Division, Cold Stream Guards, 
"Somewhere in France." For just where we were situated no one ever knew. 
"Three miles from Berlin," was the favorite reply to a question as to our where- 
abouts. Later, when a prisoner with the German forces, I found they were equally 
secretive on this score. 

During my third week of active service at the front I rec?ived a wound in my 
right foot, a piece of shrapnel tearing away my toes and leaving the front part of 





Big tot* soite. Only the ssiUjjiya of four toes are left. 

the foot in a pulp. At the time a company of German infantry was trying to dig us 
out of our trenches in a hand to hand bayonet encounter when one of our own 
shells bursting over our own lines gave me my- wound. I fell backward into our 
trench, which was half filled with bodies of dead and wounded, and ' a German 
officer ©n the parapet above me, slashing right and left with his sword, gave the 
bottom of my wounded foot another whack for good, measure. I received no medical 
attention except the first aid I applied myself and continued at my post. After a 
day. and a half, during which we, aided by our artillery and machine guns, kept the 
agressive German infantry at bay, they were finally forced to yield to our superior 
numbers and equipment. With the others I was forced, in spite of my wounds, to- push 
,en in pursuit. On the fourth day, weak from pain and loss of blood, I fainted and 
the wheel of an ammunition carriage passed over me, inflicting internal injuries 
which caused hemorrhages. I was picked up by the R. A. M. C, given a fresh 
dressing for my foot and sent on again to my company. 

After nine days more of alternate marching and fighting, during which I had 



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taken part in two bayonet charges and one skirmishing order attack, -I had been 
wounded again by a bayonet thrust in my leg and received a load of gas in my 

lungs, I was very 
near dropping. A 
surgeon had taken 
a couple of per- 
functory stitches i 
my leg wound afte' 
first having prodded 
in a lot of salt and, 
giving me a kick, 
had told me to get 
back to my lines, 
that I couldn't 
"work my ticket by 
loafing." 

Unable to longer 
keep up with the 
pace of the march I 
was beginning to 
lag oehind, when 
our Adj. Lieut. Lord 
Clive, a nephew of 
the late Earl of Fal- 
mouth, pierced me 
in the back with his 
sword, telling me, to 
fall :n line "you 
cold footed Yankee 
bastard." But I had 
gone the limit of my 
endurance; I fell 
out and dropped in 
a heap. Lord Clive 
was shot not long 
after that. 

A couple of hours 
later the Germans 
made an attack with 
several batteries of 
machine guns. Our lines retreated in disorder, leaving me on the field for dead. 
My name appeared among those killed in this encounter. The reoort reached 
America and my mother hearing af my supposed death on the field, became insane 
from grief and committed suicide. 

In the meantime I had been picked up by the Germans. Primed as I was with 
the tales of German cruelties, I was prepared for the worst. The following is a 
true account of how these "barbarians" treated the wounded of the enemy that fell 
into their hands. I was undressed and washed. My wounds were bathed and dres- 
sed. I was shaved, and my hair was cut and I was given a clean berth in an 
improvised field hospital that had a canvas top and straw banking to keep out the 
cold. My own mother could not have been more tender and kind than the German 
Red Cross nurses. I had been fighting against them and was given every considera- 
tion accorded their own wounded. The English for whom I had fought and bled, 
cussed and kicked me, cursed me, reviled my mother and abused my country. 

After eleven days the British made a rear guard counter attack, supported by 
heavy artillery, causing the Germans to retire, leaving their worst cases of wounded 
prisoners, who might be an encumbrance to them, behind. There were about forty 
of us, and with us were left three ablebodied Red Cross privates to care for us until 
the British should pick us up. I was now sent, back to England to my depot, Cater- 
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My Traveling Warrant only carried me to Waterloo Station, London and when I 
arrived here I was broke and hungry. A couple of Salvation Army Men in uniform 
offered to take me to their place for the night. They paraded me nine blocks up 
Waterloo Road, as an exhibit of the good Samaritan work of their Army, to a place* 
where I was given a cup of very weak tea, (I suppose they were afraid that strong 
tea would shatter the nerves of a soldier fresh from the battlefield) and a couple of 
slices of stale bread. If I had any coppers or small change, French, Belgian or 
English, I could get a fresh pot of tea for two pence, they told me, and tea cakes 



Jbuns at a penny each. But I didn't have the money to pay for this generous gift 
and so 1 was given a dirty blanket and shown a spot on the floor of an adjoining 
room where I might sleep. On the following morning at six o'clock 1 was refreshed 
by the same tender ministrations as on the night before and was sent on my way 
with a "God bless you" and "Hallelujah." I now went to their Free Dispensary to 
get my foot dressed, but found that I did not have the necessary six pence with 
which to pay for a card of admission. 

) And all this time the American representatives of this Organization were begging 
old linen for bandages for the wounded soldiers of Europe. With the proceeds of 
the sale of this linen they have probably bought another brass band or two since 
then with which to make more noise and solicit more alms in the name of religion. 
After being refused medical aid by the Salvation Army, because 1 did not have 
money with which to pay for their charity, I walked to Caterham— about ten or 
twelve miles. Here I was looked after and sent to the Nelty Hospital near South- 
ampton where I was well treated. 



After my recovery I was drafted back to France for light duties attached to the 
Staff at Paris. At this point I wish to state emphatically that in no way does my 
condemnation of England and the English include France and the French. I found 
the French people and the French soldiers like I found the Germans: clean, fair and 
square and I consider it an insult to France and the French to speak of them as in 
the same class with the English. 

However, here it was that I finally learned of my mother's tragic death and I 
now made up my mind to have done with this foreign war game. 

Here also I met Barney Kreider, an American in the Foreign Legion of France. 
He too was tired of the outfit, and together we decided to desert, and to try to get 
back home. Barney secured a couple of furlough papers and a French uniform for 
me, and we bought tickets for Marseilles. At Marseilles we met anotner American, 
a sailor on a merchant ship bound for Newport News, Va. To him we told our story] 
and he told us that if we would stow away on his ship he would look after us and 
supply us with food and water. This was about two o'clock in the afternoon and we 
were to make our get-away that night. 

Now, if a soldier comes in from the front or from a Hospital he gets to thinking 
about spirits — not religious spirits but alcoholic spirits — something to help him 
forget his misery. And we were no exception to the general rule. By nine o'clock 
that night we were pretty well started but remembered our undertaking and made 
our way to the docks. Here we boarded the ship, as we thought, our friend had 
pointed out to us. But in the darkness and our somewhat befuddled condition we 
got aboard the wrong ship. Instead of the American ship bound for home, we got 
aboard a French ship bound for Alexandria, Egypt, via Algiers, with French troops. 
The officers on duty, believing us to be of the draft permitted us to go on deck 
before the main body of soldiers arrived and we got down into the coal bunks to 
hide. The next day, no sailor-friend making his appearance with the promised food 
and water, we crawled forth to reconnoitre and found to our horror that we had 
literally put our heads in the lion's mouth; we were in a trap. A couple of days 
later hunger and thirst compelled us to give ourselves up. On arriving in Algiers 
Kreider was turned over to the French authorities. Poor Barney, I never saw him 
again. What his fate was I do not know. But the standard of the French army is 
high; their officers are gentlemen of honor and they demand that their soldiers be 
imbued with an equally lofty loyalty to the flag. So I suppose my Buddie paid for 
his desertion in the usual way — with his life. It's a different thing with the English. 
A man committed for felony in England can buy himself out by agreeing to enlist. 

I was taken to Alexandria and turned over to the British officials. They put me 
in Fort Kon II Dik, the M. M. P. Headquarters, where I was given a District Court 
Martial and sentenced to be shot. Col. Payne, commanding the Australian forces at 
Mustapha Pasha Camp, came to see me. In a desperate attempt to save my neck I 
told him that I had not intended to desert but that I had not been able to get along 
with the English and as I had heard the Australians were more like the Canadians, 
had wanted to try my luck with them. He said he would make an appeal to General 
Hamilton in my behalf for a reprieve. I heard notftiing further from him for some 
days and I must say I was beginning to feel a little jumpy whenever I heard the 
tread of a squad of soldiers in the corridor. Somehow one never really thinks about 
death on the field when he's straining every nerve to get the other fellow and as 
many of him as possible. It's different sitting in a cell with nothing to do but think 
about that volley that's to put out your lights without you're ever having a chance 
for a single shot yourself. It got on my nerves. My time was here and still no word 
from the Colonel. That morning — a Friday morning — at about four o'clock — I heard 
the tramp of a company of men coming toward my cell. I was thinking pretty 
rapidly just then. I thought of my mother, my father; I could see my cayuse, tied 



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up in the krall, the prairie dogs, rattle snakes, sagebrush and almost smell 
alkali of dear oid wooly Arizona, my native state. All these visions passed before 
my eves while the key was rattling in the lock. But, when I looked up it was not 
into the face of .the sky-pilot who always is the advance guard of the firing squad, 
but into the kindly face of Col. Payne, who extended his hand with a smile. I thought 
he was handing me a rather funny package when he showed me a telegram, which 
was my reprieve. Believe me, I felt like a two year old, turned out after the-- 
round up. 

I was given fifteen years in Abersei, outside of Cairo, in the Military prison. 

After a couple of weeks I 
received a King's Pardon 
and was transferred to the 
Eighth Australian Light 
Horse, Third Division, for 
two months' field service on 
the Peninsula. I was then 
drafted for service at the 
Dardanelles where I served 
eleven weeks. During the 
first two weeks I was on 
skirmishing duty and re- 
ceived a wound from a piece 
of shrapnel in the back of 
my head, I was sent to 
Malta, where I was well 
treated, for medical atten- 
tion. From Malta I was sent 
to Lemnos and from Lemnos 
to the Peninsula again. 

This time an attempt was 
made on the part of the 
British to land five ships 
with 6000 men at Landing 
No. 3 in the Bay of Suvla. 
The entire bay is command- 
ed by powerful Turkish bat- 
teries on the table lands be- 
yond and in addition is pro- 
tected against the enemy at 
no great distance from the 
shore by an undersea mesh 
of electrically charged wires. 
Our five ships crept along 
between the wire barricade 
and the low hills of the 
shore until they reached a 
point opposite the aforesaid 
Landing No. 3. Here the 
Turkish fire from the bat- 
teries on the hills struck 

1. Turkish Cartridge; 2. Base of same; 3. English Car- ship after ship as she 

trirtge, note flat point; 4. Base; 5. Gas tube, 50 emerged. All five were sunk 

to 100 of these are contained in one Shell; «. Point and f th q QQ0 men aboard 
of Turkish Seiroitar Knife thrown at D. W. Wallace , 

inflicting wound over left eye; 7. Wallace's Shoul- only about 400 were saved 

der Plate; S. Wallace's Cap Plate; 9. Identification by the British SUrf boats. 

Disk. „ ^ . . Our ship, the HosoitaJ 

These drawings were made after the originals in the T Karn« «qnk within 

possession of the author. i rooper ±varoc, sanK witnm 

ten minutes after she was 
struck. With many others I was amidship and when she sank was sucked down the 
smoke funnel. Whirling around like a top with the inrushing water I reached 
frantically for something to cling to. I did manage to get hold of a wire which ran 

down inside the funnel, but I might as well have grabbed a streak of lightning 

The explosion of the boilers blew me back to the surface and here I was picked up 
and brought to land by one of the already mentioned surf boats. 

Now the 400 survivors of the 6000 that h?d entered the Bay of Suvla on the five 
boats, began to make their precarious way up the five mile stretch of shell and shot 
peppered road toward the trenches which had teen captured from the Turks by the 
Fifth and Sixth Brigades. It was not an advance. It was merely a scurrying from 
knoll to bowlder, every inch of the way being commanded by the guns from several 




/rkish forts. The Turks had the range and every broadside took its toll. Does it 
seem strange that the end of five miles of this valley road, with half a dozend bat- 
teries on the hills above us, saw only three of us staggering into the protection of 
the trenches? 



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The Turkish trenches are from eight to twelve and fifteen feet wide and about 
seven and a half feet deep, with two steps on the defense side — one for observation 
men with periscopes and the other for loop holes. These steps, however, were usless 
to us as they were at our rear. They also have large concreted dugouts and crema- 
tion dugouts. The only thing these Turks had overlooked was a proper drainage 
system from the parapets of the trenches. The first week our Regiment, the 8th 
Australian Light Horse, of the 4th Brigade, of the 3rd Division, with the French on 
our left and the Irish on our right were ordered to an attack. On account of the 
backward construction of the trenches from our point of view, the oniy way to get 
out was over each others backs. In this charge we covered only about ten yards 



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when an avalanche of shell, steel, lead and flame was hurled at us. We could 
resist it so we had to take to cover. After retreating to our former position we 
mustered and only six hundred were there out of three thousand. Out of the six 
hundred, two hundred were in condition to defend themselves in case of a hand to 
hand encounter. 

For seven weeks we lay in this position with twentyfour hundred dead men 
lying within ten yards of us, unable to pull them into the trench to cremate them or^. 
to get out and bury them. There it lay: heads, arms, legs, feet, hands, brains and(^ 
entrails and pieces of flesh, littered all over the slope of the parapet; the hot 
broiling sun blazing down upon this mass of mutilated human flesh to rot it and 
form maggots. And then it rained and washed all this nauseating mass into our 
trench. And in this we had to eat, sleep and live! 

For seven weeks we lived in this pit of foulness, waiting for support or relief. 
In the meantime nineteen other transports loaded with soldiers had attempted a 
landing. From our position on the hillside we saw them meet the same fate as the 
five ships on one of which I had come into the Bay; saw the ships sunk and the few 
recued from the sea cut to pieces on that five mile road between the Bay and our 
own particular hell hole. 

Relief finally reached us in the shape of the Scottish Border and Rifles and the 
Welsh Fusiliers when the batteries of the British fleet succeeded in silencing some 
of the Turkish batteries. 

We were then sent to Lemnos for a rest. During all the weeks in the trench 
I had not removed my boots, socks or puttees. My pants I had cut off above the 
knee and I had taken time to take off my shirt for a few moments in order to 
set ape it o f some of its live stock incrustation. Out of the six hundred who had 
returned to the trench after the charge, four hundred and twenty died from wounds, 
fever and other diseases contracted from living in the trench among the foul and 
polluted flesh, and of the remaining one hundred and eigkty only seventytwo 
left Lemnos again; the rest lost their reason, some went stark mad, some com- 
mitted suicide. Seven weeks of continous fire over our heads and decaying human 
flesh and bones under our feet had proved too much for them! 



The seventytwo of us who remained were sent back to the trench and attached 
to the Welsh Borders. I was sent on a scouting expedition, to locate, if possible, 
a concealed position of the Turks from which they were doing considerable damage 
at our landing point. I had managed to get within the Turkish lines when I 
received a bullet in my right arm. I dropped my rifle, lost my balance and fell. 
I had been standing on a ledge and when I fell landed face down on the body of 
a dead Turk whose entrails had been blown out. As a result my face and hands 
were covered with the blood of the dead man. I had lost my rifle, as it had rolled 
over the ledge, and was crawling away, trying to reach a place of safety when, 
looking up, I beheld a Turkish sniper gazing at me from behind the bushes; probably 
the one who had peeled me off. Seeing me disarmed and all covered with blood, 
he evidently thought I was about all in and did not attempt to drop me. Instead 
he lowered a water bottle toward me saying: "Meelish", the equivalent for our 
"never mind". So you see, the "horrible Turk" is not always as black as our 
worthy lime-juicers would have us believe. 

I dressed my wound and continued my tramp. After another twelve or fourteen 
hours I could go no further. I stumbled, fell, and slept where I dropped. When 
1 awoke it was raining torrents. I was laying on my face and when I tried to 
raise myself my fingers came into contact with something soft and clammy that 
gave forth a sickening odor as I dug into it. — It was the face of a dead Turk, 
who had been buried with only a few inches of earth over him. And now the 
water rushing down the hillside had washed off the dirt and I, rolling over him, 
had clawed the decaying flesh of his face with my fingers. — Even now. in my 
sleep, my mind goes back to this loathsome experience, and the face of the dead 
Turk,' its foul flesh partly dug off by my fingers, rises before me. — 

I had been on the Peninsula two weeks this time when I was again wounded. 
The Turkish snipers have a curved knife which they throw. One of these struck 
me over the left eye inflicting an injury as a result of which I temporarily lost 
the sight of that eye. I managed to make my way back to our lines — about 
seven miles distant — and was then sent to Heliopolis, outside of Cairo. 



While in Cairo previously, after my King's pardon, I had made the acquaintance 
of an Egyptian lady whose daughter had been wronged by an English officer; she 
therefore hated the English. 

When this lady learned of my presence in Egypt she visited me in the hospital. 
1 had already told her of my forced enlistment and of my disastrous attempt to 



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/sert and now entrusted to her my chance to get back home. She assured me 
that, she would assist me in every way and before she returned to Cairo we had 
sketched out a plan for my escape. 

In order to get permission to visit Cairo, I put in a requisition for a couple 
of false teeth; these I knew could not be obtained at the hospital. I was given 
eight hours liberty in which to visit a dentist in Cairo. To Cairo I went but not 
to the dentist. Instead I joined my Egyptian friend who had in the meantime 
provided some Arab clothing for me and some walnut stain. I put on the Arab 
costume and darkened my skin with the stain. She had also bought an invalid 
chair. Into this I was put and her servant then took us to the railway station 
from where we went to Suez, then to Port Said. I was represented to be her invalid 
son who was deaf and dumb. 

After three weeks during which time we kept constantly on the move, what 
was left of my Division was transferred to Saloniki and I felt safe to return to 
Alexandria without fear of being recognized. I now cleaned off the stain, shaved 
my beard, retaining my moustache however, put on European clothing and presented 



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myself at the American Consulate. I told the Consul I had been working for an 
automobile concern in Cairo and had met with an accident; this to account for my 
crippled condition. He believed my story and signed me on board an American oil 
tank ship — the Gargoyle — bound for Philadelphia. 

We sailed from Alexandria on December 17th, 1915, and arrived in Philadelphia 
on January 17th, 1916. 

At last I was back in America — only a wreck of the man who had so hope- 
fully left less than a year ago — but happy to be back for all that. 

CONCLUSION. 

With the space at my disposal it is, of course, utterly impossible to give more 
than an outline of the experiences through which I passed during the time of my 
service with the Allied forces. There are however a number of points in regard 
to which the American public has been so perniciously misinformed and misled 
that I shall take it upon myself to append hereto a number of anecdotes dealing 
with scenes which I personally witnessed and which I hope will tend somewhat 
to correct certain erroneous impressions dissemimated by our British controlled 
American newspapers. 

At Charleroi, in Belgium, an English officer was taking a photograph of a group 
of English soldiers posing in German uniforms. A private, dressed in women's 
garments, all disarranged, was lying upon the ground. Above him stood another 
English private in German uniform with bayonet thrust between the breast and 

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arm of the prostrate figure while an English major and three other English office*, 
completed the picture: ''Belgian Woman Outraged and Wounded hy German Soldier". 
In a small village on the Marne our soldiers brought forth the body of a woman, 
who had died a natural death, from one of the cottages. At the order of the 
officer in command, her breasts were cut off and strung on the blade of a German 
sword which had been picked up on the battle field. The sword was then run 
through her body pinning it to the side of the house with a Uhlan's nelmet on top f 
of her head. Of this arrangement also a photograph was taken by an officer; an- y 
other "German Atrocity". And the German troops were not within fifty miles of 
the town. 

A French girl, whose mother was German, enraged some English soldiers by 
saying that her mother's people were kind and generous. One night, while on 
outpost duty, I heard a cry and called a challenge. A voice replied saying that 
one of the boys was drunk and had hurt himself. Just then the cry was repeated 
and I commanded the party to advance, threatening to fire if they did not. There 
were seven men — and this French girl. Three of them had held her while she 
was ravaged by the other four — one of them a colored sergeant. I blew my whistle 
for the guard and had. them put under arrest. Next morning I was called before 
Crown Officer, Lieut. Boscoun. He told me that the seven men were being sent 
to England to be court martialed — an utterly ridiculous subterfuge and excuse for 
not punishing them. "And now remember," he threatened, "You are not under 
any circumstance to mention this affair." 

On the Peninsula a German officer, with right arm .blown off, was captured. 
He was brought tefore the Company officers who tore off his decorations, denoting 
his rank and also yanked off the scapular, worn by Roman Catholics, from his 
neck. (I have seen French and Irish soldiers in France openly resent this indignity 
to this emblem of their faith). They then marched this gentleman before files of 

men telling them to "Give him Hell, boys; the dirty square-headed B d." 

The men spat upon the officer, pricked him with their swords and some kicked him. 
To make doubly sure against reprisal for these indignities they had tied his remain- 
ing arm to his side! .. He died next morning from loss of blood. His captors had 
refused to grant him medical attention because he would not divulge the location 
of a certain munition and supply base of the Turks. 

Turkish boys, captured by our forces, were subjected to horrible outrages. 
Prisoners taken to the concentration camp were warned that any complaint made 
by them to inspectors of the Allies or of a neutral power would cause them to 
forfeit their life and guards were always near when outsiders entered the camps 
to make sure these threats were heeded. 

Every Hospital Ship has a green band painted around her from her bow to her 
stern and a red cross painted on each side. In addition she carried a Red Cross 
flag at her masthead. At night the green band is illuminated with green lights 
and the red cross with red lights. 

At the Dardanelles the British Battleships, when firing a broadside at the 
Turkish forts, formed in line between the Hospital Ships and the enemies Batteries. 
Then, immediately after firing, they would draw around behind the Hospital Ships, 
leaving them as a shield between them and the return fire, so that the Turks, when 
retaliating would be liable to hit the line of Hospital ships behind which the battle- 
ships were hiding. 

The- British also used the Hospital Ships for carrying able bodied troops from 
Alexandria to Lemnos and to the Dardanelles, as well as munitions and guns, and 
on their return with wounded they brought along also the rifles to be repaired. 



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On the beach, on the Peninsula, the British placed and operated machine guns 
and artillery pieces from behind the protection of tents from which they flew the 
Red Cross flag. 

They use the stretchers of the Royal Army Medical Corps for carrying am- 
munition and grenades to the firing line and dynamite to the sappers. 

In France a great in any of the British Ambulances carried machine guns. The 
Ambulance has the Red Cross on each side, on the top and on the back. Over the 
back curtain, however, they had placed another — a vari-colored shield — which was 
kept rolled up and made fast with a couple of straps. This machine gun, protected 
1 y its Red Cross emblems would be driven as near the firing line as possible, then 
turned around, the motley curtain dropped and the gun trained on the German lines. 



Throughout Egypt the British soldiers have struck terror to the hearts of the 
civilian population; especially among the Greeks. Arabs and Natives. These are 

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^u-secuted in a manner equalled only by the treatment of the Jews by the Russian 
isacks the reports of which aroused the world a few years ago. Every Greek 
establishment, (after the Greek Government had refused to join the Allied forces) 
was obliged to pay to the British officials 500 piastres ($25.00) for the services of 
two armed soldiers to be placed as guards on its premises, or run the chance of 
being looted. Complaint made by the citizens against the offending soldiery never 
brought conviction of the offender, who need only charge the Greek with having 
refused him service or with some fancied insult to his uniform or the British flag 
to have the poor fellow locked up or deported to Greece. If perchance they let him 
go, he was in danger of being mobbed for having made the complaint. 

One incident in Alexandria I shall never forget. At the corner of the Rue 
Hammiel and the Rue D'Anastasie, near Fort Napoleon, was a small coffee house, 
owned by an elderly Belgian couple. The husband was a cripple on crutches, one 
leg being shrivelled up and useless. Into this cafe, one evening; went a party of 
New Zealand, Australian and English soldiers, each ordering a cup of coffee. One 
of the men, an Englishman whom I knew for a deserter from the English forces, 
but who was now wearing the New Zealand "uniform, demanded 100 pt. ($5.00) of 
the proprietor. Being refused, the Englishman struck the old cripple over the head 
with a chair, helped himself to what money there was in the drawer and took the 
old man's watch and chain. Meanwhile his companions amused themselves by 




Tlaek Curtain with motley shield rolled up. ^lotley shield dropped over curtain, 

machine sun projecting- through slit. 

■breaking up all the cups and saucers in the place. The old fellow made a complaint 
to ihe British officials but was only abused for his trouble and received no redress 
whatsoever. 

There are between ten and fifteen thousand Americans in the British Army. 
Some joined of their own free will; some, like myself, were shanghaied. All of 
these, as well as the American women who are serving as Red Cross Nurses are 
reviled and ridiculed by private and officer alike; the men are openly insulted and 
their country derided and the women are sneered at- behind their backs and filthy 
allusions made as to the motives that bring them to the camps and hospitals. "That 
Yankee cow", is one of the favorite epithets applied to these women, many of whom 
have sacrificed wealth and position to minister to perhaps the brother or son of 
the speaker. 



The Captain of the Gargoyle, the American ship on which I returned from Egypt, 
received and carried out British orders to proceed to Algiers with all lights 
extinguished. 

In time of peace this is a violation of the International Law of the High Seas; 
and upon violation of this law, the captain, or officer in command of the vessel is 
held liable for a long term of imprisonment. 

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In time of war any nation at war is justified — by the same International Lawij 
to sink without warning, any craft so sailing without lights on the high seas or 
the waters of the nations at war. 

Therefore, had we been sighted by a German or Austrian submarine while 
sailing, on British orders, without lights, they would have been justified in sinking 
us without warning. 

Had this happened, our newspapers would have carried scare headlines about 
another "German Outrage". Would they have stated that we were at the time ^ 
sailing without lights? I doubt it. The British would not have the case against \ 
Germany they were angling for if that admission were made. 

But we did sail without lights. Graham V. Lowe, 262 West 77th st., New York 
City was our wireless operator. Ask him. 



When the United States Cruisers, the U. S. S. Chester and the U. S. S. Des- 
Moines, sent on an errand of mercy, were at Alexandria, bringing Allied refugees 
from their enemies' shores and ports and endangering vessels and crews by the 
chances of running upon drifting or floating mines, the crews of these ships were 
continually being mobbed. 

In one case, I tried to interfere but was beaten by two British soldiers for my 
trouble. Two American sailors, A. C. Coughlin, TJ. S. S. Des Moines, and John Meyer, 

U. S. S. Chester, were 
standing in front ot the 
Welcome Bar, owned by 
a German American 
named King, at the 
corner of Rue Wohed et 
Tobish and Rue D'An- 
astasie. Out of the pocket 
of Coughlin's blouse hung 
a handkerchief on the 
border of which was 
printed the American 
flag. A passing party of 
English and Australian 
soldiers caught sight of 
the American sailors and, 
in a threatening and in- 
sulting manner, hailed 
them with "Hullo, you 
bleeding Yankee, cold 
footed Bastards!" (their 
favorite title for an Amer- 
ican). "Why aint you 
fighting?" At the same 
time one of them snatch- 
ed the American flag 
handkerchief, spat upon 
it and threw it on the 
ground. Of course Cough- 
lin punched the fellow. 
That was what they had 
hoped to provoke and 
within fifteen minutes 
there were thousands of 
British soldiers busily en- 
gaged in ferreting out 
the American sailors on 
land, mobbing them, beat- 
ing them and driving 
them back to their ships, 
bruised, their clothing 
torn, many of them with- 
out their hats. During 
all of this British officers 

Photograph of the author taken in Cairo shortiy after ? to ? d *>£ complacently en- 
lograjm receiving the King's pardon. DOymg the SCene. On the 

following clay I saw a couple of soldiers out of Camp Mex with two of the sailors' 
hate, bragging about what they had done to the Yankee bastards. 

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Did you read about this non-German outrage in your British-hyphen-American 
spapers? I rather think not. But I have given you names and locations. The 

/ date? July .1915. If it isn't true, you will soon see somebody proving me a liar in 
blackface type. 

If you are surprised that you never hear of these and similar occurances 'through 
your "American" Consul, read the following list of British subjects serving in the 
Consular and Diplomatic Service of the United States of America. Anyway, it wouiun't 
do to remind the American people that England has never for one instance swerved 

'rom her policy of disregard of American rights since the time when we cut loose 
from her apron strings. 

List of a few of the British in our Consular and Diplomatic service: — 

Henry A. Albre, Magantie, Canada. P. H. Waddell, Troon, Scotland. 

H. C. V. LeVatte, Louisburg, Canada. H. Watson, San Pedro, Canada. 

David James Bailey, Huddersfield, England. B. A. S. Weber, Orilla, Canada. 

W. S. Jones, Turks Island, W. I. B. E. Webster, Hobart, Tasmania. 

J. A. Love, Greenoch, Scotland. R. P. White, Midland, Canada. 

Alexander Bain, Port Hawkesbury, Canada. A. P. Whyte, Wellington, New Zealand. 

E. Ludlow, Limerick, Ireland. W. J. Williams, Tahiti, Society Islands. 

Emily Bax, London, England (Embassy). S. J. Young, Trenton, Canada. 

M. J." Mack, Liverpool, Canada. J. W. Collins, Brisbane, Australia. 

R. H. Moore, Kenora, Canada. J. Donaghy, St. Johns, Canada. 

G. Mortimer, Niagara Palls, Canada. C. K. Eddowes, Derby, England. 

Allan Bax, Dundee, Scotland. A. H. Elforcl, Oran, Africa. 

G. E. Barlasse, Sherbrooke, Canada. W. H. Owen, Bridgewater, Canada. 

E. S. Mosely, Manchester, England. Luther J. Parr, Sheffield, England. 

Joseph Bolton, Townsville, Queensland. S. S. Partridge, Leicester, England. 

J. W. Thomas, Manchester, England. P. T. Peak, Suez. 

H. C. Nielsen, West Hartlepool, England. W. Pierce, Liverpool, England. 

H. Nixon, New Castle-on-Tyne, England. G. H. Prosser, Adelaide, Australia. 

J. H. Owen, Annapolis, Royal, Canada. W. D. Rees, Swansea, Wales. 

H. P. Bradshaw, St. Johns, Newfoundland. E. B. Renouf, Jersey, England. 

E. L. Bristow, Port Said, Egypt. M. Ringnet, Jr., Rimouski, panada. 

D. M. Brodie, Sudbury, Canada. R. D. Roberts, Holyhead, Wales. 

James Buckley, Prescott, Canada. E. L. Rogers, Karachi, India. 

U. S. Burke, Premantle, Australia. G. A. Rowlings, Sydney, S. W 

B. N. Call, New Castle, New Brunswick. P. T. Sargent, Mathewtown, Bahamas. 
R. Castle, Alicante, Spain. W. N. Sinclair, Prince Edward Islands. 

D. Chester, Windsor, Canada. E. V. Soloman, Nassau, Bahams. 
A. J. Chester, Sarnia, Canada. C. A. Steeves, Monactor, Canada. 
T. H. Cook, Nottingham, England. W. B. Stewart, Digby, N. S. 
A. J. A. Craven, Chittugong, India. E. Taylor, Leeds, England. 

E. Crundall, Dover, England. M. Pazel, Maskat. 

W. E. Daly, Brighton, W. I. W. H. Puller, East London, Canada. 

G. W. Dawson, Cork, Ireland. James Pisher, Hull, England. 

James Dawson, St. Saulte Marie, Canada. M. B. Pisher, Hemmingsford, England. 

H. S. Hill, Halifax, N. S. F. W. duller, Weymouth, England. 

E. J. Hodson, London, England (Embassy), w. Gibbens, Cornwall, England. 
Francis Hodson, London, England (Em- p. Gorman, Montreal, Canada. 

bassy). A. E. Fichardt, Bloemfontein, S. A. 

J. B. Hunt, Owen Sound, Canada. A. W. Harriott, Salt Cay, W. I. 

J. E. A. Ince, Barbados, W I. „ TT n ,. ,„ ,, . ,. 

D. H. Jackson, Port Antonio, Jamaica. C - Harlett, Melbourne, Australia. 

H. D. Jameson, .Liondon, England. H. A. Whitman, Canso, N. S. 

£• £- Tennant, Gal way, Ireland. Joseph Heim, Penang, Straits Settlement. 

D. S. Trovell, Toronto, Canada. i-r.-r-.-r. .„,,,„ , 

J. A. Trumbell, Malta, Maltese Islands. A - B - D - R erne, St. Anns Bay, Jamaica. 

C. N. Vroom, St. Stephen, New Brunswick. J. O. Spense, Lourence Marques, S. A. 



In conclusion I would like to say to those who, after devouring the British War 
Salad served by the American papers during the past two years, cannot "find it in 
their hearts" to believe such things of the "noble" British soldier as I have quoted: 
It would be easy to prove my story a fabrication if it were untrue. Have you ever 
tried to verify the newspaper reports you have read, of German losses, British gains? 
Of German atrocities, claimed by the British, which your own American correspondents 
and Consuls never established? Yet you believed them. I beg that you make all 
inquiry into the truth of what I have said. 

To make the truth you will discover more easy of assimilation, I would ask you 
to remember what your American History taught you of the underhandedness, cruelty 
and treachery of the British. 

Or, if you have been too long from school, ask your boy or girl or your grand- 
daughter or grandson what they know about the English who furnished gold and 
firewater to the Indians that they might scalp our women and children. Of their 
nefarious methods during our war with them; their attempt to disrupt the Union by 
furnishing money and arms to the South during the Civil War; the Burning of Wash- 
ington by them. 

Those histories were written when there were no Pierpont Morgans, no Astors, 
Vanderbilts, Goulds and other British-Americans who had the power to dictate to 
the Government and direct the opinion of the people of the United States. 

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Fellow citizens of the United States, in espousing the cause of England in tf^*-' 
war, you are defeating the cause of the United States in the next war. Engll 
has never been anything but a bad friend to America. She has not changed her spots 
and the time is not far distant when the covert insults of the British toward the 
Americans will become an open challenge. 

Therefore I would say to you, if any reader of these pages should feel within 
his soul the stirring ambition to become a soldier, enlist! But enlist in the Army of 
the I'nited States of America, whose arch enemy always has been and still is Great^ 
Britain. ( 

As for myself, thanks to John Bull's lying agents and the inefficiency and dis- 
regard of human life in his armies, I am a physical and nervous wreck. T am ashamed 
to look in the face of any German for fear that I may have taken by my rifle or my 
bayonet the life of either husband, son or brother in the unworthy cause of British 
greed. 

But, crippled and broken as I am, I would welcome with joy an opportunity to 
throw Dack into the face of insolent England the calumnies she has heaped upon 
Americans and the American Nation. 

For that which I have seen and experienced, "May God Punish England". 

Faithfully yours, 




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